Chapter 57: Speechless

"Nine Sun Sect? Why do you want to go there?" In the main hall, Ye Wan'er paused for a moment when she heard Jiang Chen's words. She frowned, her face full of reluctance. "The strength of the Nine Sun Sect is comparable to my Ye family’s. That’s why our two families are rivals, constantly contesting openly and in secret. Are you going there to seek an alliance as well?"

Listening to Ye Wan'er...

You suddenly claim that his swordsmanship isn’t his greatest strength, but rather that his talent in formations is unmatched under heaven—is this a joke?

Back in the deep mountains, the young cultivator raised by kind-hearted demonfolk knew nothing of spiritual blood or special constitutions. Now that he had left the mountains and witnessed the wider world, he had come to realize his own shortcomings: his innate deficiencies had placed him behind from the very start.

"Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang. I will send the two of you to meet Zhang Bao." Before a single blow was exchanged, Liu Tianhao suddenly shouted.

However, the birth of the Underworld would still require several decades. That was precisely why Bai Tianxing was in no hurry. The City God system could be established steadily—after all, a crucial piece was still missing.

Tuoba Tao had already spotted the two rows of deer antler barricades and the imposing Baoxian County soldiers ahead. He shouted loudly.

Finally, the days slipped by one after another, and the first Spring Festival since Liu Tianhao’s arrival in this world was upon him!

Yan Shao and Gu Xinan arrived in Ziyuan City well past two in the morning. The two were prepared for a head-on clash with the barrier, but to their astonishment, it had vanished.

"Wang Ji, weren’t you at the granary, in charge of receiving grain shipments from other regions? What’s the matter?" Having received Liu Tianhao’s instructions, Jia Xu turned to the granary officer Wang Ji.

"In the end, the breakthrough has come!" Xue Chengyi nodded slightly, a delicate smile finally blooming on her exquisite face.

"Xiaxia..." How he longed to tell her that Lu Cang’s death had, in fact, been a play he himself had orchestrated. Only, things had gone awry halfway, catching them unprepared. Now, he and Zuo Junlin had to find a way to set things right, hoping only that she would remain safe until the truth was uncovered.

"At the same time, Heracross is not just for show. Yet since I’ve learned the lineup you two will field, why would I still send Gallade into battle?" Ting Shu smiled. Though he did not believe he would lose, victory had to be assured with absolute certainty.

At this moment, faced with three Soul Practitioners encircling him, Lin Yi’s sword tip finally quivered ever so slightly. Yet he still did not unleash the Flame of Tempered Stone—after all, they were on a city street, not a battlefield as before.

By now, the battle between the Wind Mo Sect and the Thunderwind Gang was drawing to a close. Lin Qishan, sword in hand, wove her way through the crowd of disciples on her own, her robes billowing. Her every move was as fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water, and with each stroke, another member of the Thunderwind Gang was left grievously wounded.

Watching the Sky-Splitting Talisman begin to whirl unceasingly, a faint smile appeared on Lin Yi’s lips; in fact, he felt somewhat exhilarated.

"No wonder your eyes are light blue. I once knew a friend with eyes just that shade—they were as beautiful as yours," Wu Fan said, recalling Esdeath. Her eyes, with their predatory intensity, had indeed left a deep impression.

It would have been bad enough if only the recipe for the spirit wine had been leaked, but upon learning of the deaths of Du Zhengkang and the others, his rage grew uncontrollable.

Before the prayer mat, Shen Qingwu knelt gracefully, closing her eyes as she pressed her forehead to the floor in three bows of nine prostrations, her sincerity evident. She prayed for the child she had never let go of in her heart, that he might ascend to bliss.

After finishing, Tian Xuanzi took a few shallow breaths, then glared and shouted, "Return!" The wooden sword rose once more, circled in midair, then flew back into the scabbard on Tian Xuanzi’s back.

According to the secret art of Star and Moon, one must borrow the power of the moon and stars, gathering their essence to transform both hands.